Time passes quickly. My daughter is nearly two already. I spend a lot of time with my family, one of the biggest blessings of the kind of work I do, and I’ve seen every stage of her life at first hand. The birth, the first few weeks, learning to roll over, to crawl, to walk, to laugh – I’ve seen it all as it happened and it has brought me and my wife a lot of joy.
She’s nearly two, and at the moment one of her favourite things is swinging on the swings. Friends of ours have a set in their front garden and she’s taken to grabbing me by the hand and pulling me towards them. “Dat one!” she squeals excitedly, “dat one!”, pointing to the swings and hopping up and down with joy.
Today I pushed her on the swings for twenty minutes. Whenever I paused she would call anxiously to get me to continue. “Poosh!”. “POOOOOSH!”.
She’s nearly two already, and everyone tells me to treasure each day, that time passes so quickly, that she’ll be grown up before I know it. It’s true, of course. One day she’ll be grown up, may get married, may have children of her own. I hope that when that day comes I’ll be able to look back and remember the little girl with blue eyes, swinging on the swings with such joy, her golden ringlets streaming in the breeze.